"It's just that same little old lady. She was so delighted
with the book, and with you for writing it, that she put you down at
once in her will for five hundred pounds, believing it would help people
to trust in God."
"And here was I distrusting so much that I was nearly ready to kill
myself. Only I thought it would be such a terrible shock to you, my
precious! It would have been to tell God to his face that I knew he
would not help me. I am sure now that he is never forgetting, though he
seems to have forgotten. There was that letter lying in the dark through
all the hours of the long night, while we slept in the weariness of
sorrow and fear, not knowing what the light was bringing us. God is
good!"
"Let us go and see these people and make sure," said Annie. "'Hale and
Hearty,' do they call themselves? But I'm going with you myself this
time! I'm not going to have such another day as I had yesterday--waiting
for you till the sun was down, and all was dark, you bad man!--and
fancying all manner of terrible things! I wonder--I wonder, if--"
"Well, what do you wonder, Annie?"
"Only whether, if now we were to find out it was indeed all a mistake, I
should yet be able to hope on through all the rest. I doubt it; I doubt
it! Oh, Hector, you have taught me everything!"
"More, it seems, than I have myself learned. Your mother had already
taught you far more than ever I had to give you!"
"But it is much too early yet, I fear, to call in the City," said Annie.
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